She looked playful and eager, but not quite sure of herself, like a new kitten in a house where they don't care much about kittens. - Raymond Chandler

I looked at my watch. Nine fifty-four. Time to go home and get your slippers on and play over a game of chess. Time for a tall cool drink and a long quiet pipe. Time to sit with your feet up and think of nothing. Time to start yawning over your magazine. Time to be a human being, a householder, a man with nothing to do but rest and suck in the night air and rebuild the brain for tomorrow.

However hard I try to be nice I always end up with my nose in the dirt and my thumb feeling for somebody’s eye.

She sighed. “All men are the same.” “So are all women — after the first nine.